The art of getting This is how we do Brooklyn boy You know I'm sayin'?
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P niggas that OD Aiyyo, the line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell I'ma rob and You better nigga I'm straight from the street These industry startin' to look like somethin' to eat snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of an' R 'n' B, bitch
And wake up early and bounce with all your shit When I apply pressure, son it ain't even I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that money Brian McKnight, I can get nigga anytime Have Keith starin' down the barrel from my nine Since these World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to tell him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, up of that watch now I right now"
The only excuse for being is bein' in jail An entertainer can't make bail if he as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of Probably have to clap him, run and toss the I'd Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin' to juice her for that rock copped What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin' to for want no nigga puttin' four through that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't with Tommy no more who gonna you now? I been skeamin' on Tone and Poke they found me know not to wear that platinum shit around me I'm a klepto nah for son I'm sick I'm 'bout to stick Slick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his then run This nigga 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
This ain't Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry
This serious Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
I'll catch P and Silk The right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass in Miami Run up on Timberland and the pound you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down I it out Been Joe before that's why his ass wanna be a playa no more Mad at you I'm robbin' J.D., you, pay me
Had Da Brat 'em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX wanna get well you tell homey I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my I should rob Clue man, his shit did I wanna stick TQ but his ain't sell I hit the studios, take and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash I empty three
I'll your ass like that white boy on MTV wanna battle while I'm stickin' them up Nigga get coroners pickin' 'em up Heavy tried to his shit, nigga try to stall ya He said, "Why you me I got nuttin' but love for ya" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money Told him I it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black
One at a time get out and take off your Did you ever think that you would be rich? Did you ever think you would have these hits? Did you ever that I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like it's I'ma stickin' niggas until I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael
Catch for half that cash like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for real I'm 'bout to stick C That nigga still eatin' off Big's LP I had and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had I told him, "Gimme some more" Is you feelin' this? wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for Gods People
ain't serious Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it to rob and industry nigga?
This ain't Being can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
For real, yo, you what I'm sayin'? Niggas got to get stuck up that's how it goes down It don't if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I it I want it 50 Cents fuckin' around
Track ain't fuckin' around Crazy Cat ain't fuckin' The Madd Rapper fuckin' around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, your pockets Watch on the train, watch everybody on the bus we gonna get you whether you like it or not